For the past 2 1/2 years I’ve had the same dozen or so CD’s in the car because I’ve been too lazy to walk upstairs and replace them with some new ones. For the past year we’ve been listening to the same two disks because my almost 3 year old daughter refuses to listen to anything else. PJ Harvey’s Stories From the City, Stories From the Sea and Radiohead’s In Rainbows. As much as I love these two records I’m soooo fucking sick of them.
Believe me, I’ve tried to secretly replace them with something else but when I do I hear over and over and over and over and over “Don’t like this CD” So, I’m forced to sit and listen to PJ Harvey sing about the whores hustling and hustling whores and heroin and speed, genocide and suicide. I feel like banging my head against the windshield.
Yesterday I went and bought the new album by Animal Collective, put it in and waited. “Don’t like this CD” she said. I wasn’t about to take it out because I’m really sick of Thom Yorke singing about standing in the hall and puking on the wall. So, I said “I really love this song” and she repeated how this was the worst music ever and if she has to listen to it any longer, when she grows up she’ll marry a dirty Republican biker from Florida who wears fur and chews his toenails. I said again how I really loved this new music and FINALLY she agreed and said she loved it too. It took listening to the CD 2 1/2 times, but it worked. Hooray.
My Ears Hurt
For the past 2 1/2 years I’ve had the same dozen or so CD’s in the car because I’ve been too lazy to walk upstairs and replace them with some new ones. For the past year we’ve been listening to the same two disks because my almost 3 year old daughter refuses to listen to anything else. PJ Harvey’s Stories From the City, Stories From the Sea and Radiohead’s In Rainbows. As much as I love these two records I’m soooo fucking sick of them.
Believe me, I’ve tried to secretly replace them with something else but when I do I hear over and over and over and over and over “Don’t like this CD” So, I’m forced to sit and listen to PJ Harvey sing about the whores hustling and hustling whores and heroin and speed, genocide and suicide. I feel like banging my head against the windshield.
Yesterday I went and bought the new album by Animal Collective, put it in and waited. “Don’t like this CD” she said. I wasn’t about to take it out because I’m really sick of Thom Yorke singing about standing in the hall and puking on the wall. So, I said “I really love this song” and she repeated how this was the worst music ever and if she has to listen to it any longer, when she grows up she’ll marry a dirty Republican biker from Florida who wears fur and chews his toenails. I said again how I really loved this new music and FINALLY she agreed and said she loved it too. It took listening to the CD 2 1/2 times, but it worked. Hooray.
Here’s My Girls by Animal Collective.
Brilliant Sulk